Chloe's Pov
"COUNTRY GIRL SHAKE IT FOR ME GIRL SHAKE IT FOR ME GIRL SHA--"
"CHLOE!! Shut up!!!!" My roommate Lauren yelled at me. I glared at her and changed the small radio station in our room.
'Them crazy, them crazy kids and we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, them crazy kids we are the, we are the crazy people' "Alright everyone that was Crazy Kids hope you're all having a great day here in L.A. Don't change that dial, we'll be right back"
I groaned as we listened to some stupid advertisement about LifeAlert or something stupid like that. I switched off the radio and looked at Lauren. My one and only friend, and by friend, I mean the only girl here in this hell of and orphanage who isn't some stuck up bitch worrying about not having Justin Biebers brand new shirt. Or isn't worried about having that Barbie Doll look and worrying about their makeup or their hair. I mean, don't get me wrong I want to look just as good as any other teenage girl but no need to be excessive and wear makeup at age 13. I mean seriously...
Ok..... You're confused let me clear this up. My names Chloe. I live in a huge Orphanage in L.A. I'm 13 years old. My parents died when I was 7. We were all in a car coming home after my school play The Wizard of Oz. I was the Scarecow. I was telling them how much I wanted to be Dorothy but instead Lexi the popular rich girl got it. I saw bright headlights in front of us. Both my parents had looks in their faces, I realize now that the look meant the knew they were going to die. They intertwined their hands said I Love You to confused little me and that's all I remember of them. So yeah, I've spent 6 years in this orphanage since both my parents were only child's and all my grandparents were dead. I grew up in L.A. my whole life so of course, the child services worker sent me here. And since my parents didn't have a will, everything belongs to me! Well, not until I'm 18 of course. And except for our house cause what was I an innocent 7 year old going to do with a house I couldn't live in for another 11 years?
I don't fully remember my parents but I remember them enough. My mom was the most beautiful woman in the world and my dad, the most handsomest man. It was a match made in heaven, they loved each other. My mom was the agent for some old country singer and my dad was the drummer. Yeah the singer guy died about 3 months before my parents, I forgot his name. They loved country music so Ba-bam, there I was their perfect little country music lovin baby.
I know, it's kinda weird. A 13 year old girl in the middle of L.A. loving country music but it's the truth. So when my roomie Lauren moved in with me about 4 years ago, she helped me out music wise. I mean I'm still a die hard country girl but she helped me love country and today's pop music. Lauren's 16, 3 years older than me but, she's still my only friend. She's like my sister Even though it can get to the point where we can't stand each other, we always know that were always there for each other.
So an orphan in L.A. at the hugest Orpanhage in the state. You may think a lot of people come in looking at me, but they don't. Don't get me wrong or anything, many families come in, were the biggest orphanage in the state, it's just there not looking for me.
So here at M&L orphanage, the owners are Mark and Leah. Hence the M and L. It literally is an old hotel. What happens here is you walk through these big glass doors and see a desk with 2 workers, Kim and Jessica. You then get sent to one of the 7 small soundproof rooms where you meet with somebody else discussing what kind of child you want. Such as: gender, hair color, hobbies, what happened to their parents, etc.. The staff member working with you then shows you 3 kids they think would work best for your family. They then page your room number and ask for you down there. And from what I've heard. The family looking to adopt gets either 3 minutes of alone time with you or 10 minutes with all 3 of you. Then the kids leave and wait outside the room while the parents make their choice. Then the staff member sends the child they chose to pack up while the other 2 say goodbye and thank you to the family for considering them. Then the family leaves with their brand new son or daughter smiling the whole way to the car. The closest I've ever gotten to being adopted was having the staff member accidentally buzz the wrong room. I mean its better than Lauren. She gets called down every other day pretty much and always comes back. She's learned a long time ago that if they call you down, don't get your hopes up, they probably won't pick you.
